This is almost like a dramatic TV show except I try to lay it low on too much drama...(although it cannot be avoided, based on experience.)
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x Nicole
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Wow. The view is really beautiful. Breathtaking, to be precise. We've been cruising for 5 days already -counting in the occasional stops in the middle of the ocean- and we've finally reached destination numero uno: Bora Bora, Polynesia. I have never seen an ocean with a two colour combination before. The water had a light blue shade on the outside then a royal blue shade surrounding the island. It gives me a sort of really calming feeling. The wind blew gently against my bare shoulders(looks like wearing a white vest top wasn't a great idea), tickling my skin slightly. But this doesn't feel like how I imagined it, especially when I'm on a cruise with him. For the past two days, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Everything I do would remind me of his perky attitude and wide grin. The way his eyes would brighten up and hold a certain glint when he's in a cheery mood.
The wind blew a tad bit too strong because it sent my hat flying from my head and cause my hair to splash all over my face, but on the bright side: an arm grasped my hat before it could've been blown away any further. I trailed my eyes down the rather built arm to find Louis' beautiful blue orbs. His lips were formed into grin and he gingerly approached me with my hat securely gripped in his hands.
"You should really quit the Titanic moments." he chuckled. I took a quick glance at my surroundings and noticed I was at the Bow of the ship. Well, isn't this surprising. Once I stepped down from what seemed to be a small wooden block, my hand firmly grasped my hat from his.
"Thanks." I smiled at him. He looked somewhere behind me, my eyes reluctantly followed his gaze and noticed we are about to dock on the island. The ship came to an abrupt stop which made me stumble on my own foot, leading me to fall back. But Louis was fast enough to grab both of my hands before I could injure myself. His eyes were wide from shock and I bet mine were too. He pulled me up with his strong grip but instead I fell forward and landed on his chest, my hands pressed up on his chest.
Damn, looks like someone has been working out. You could feel his built-up muscles through his striped navy blue shirt.
I held my gaze into his piercing blue eyes and noticed his grip tighten around my waist. We were both gazing into each other's eyes until..
"Dani, Honey! Let's go take photos there!" my mom hollered. I noticed a flash of light go off, I blinked a few times and turned to mum's direction. She was having her motherly smirk spread across her face once again while pointing to her camera, I just responded with rolling my eyes playfully. I slowly dropped my hands down to my sides, brushing my finger against my thighs through the process before clearing my throat.
"Care to join us?" I offer a polite smile at him. He returned the favour then nodded mutely, I started to make my way to the wooden ramp when Louis took hold of my hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. I turned to him with a tint of pink filling up my cheeks and he turned his head as well, making his dazzling eyes meet my own and grinned sheepishly. I shook my head and gave back a squeeze to his hand, tugging him along to the shore.
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I took pictures of the beautiful sun-setting sky, different shades of orange blending all together and it looks like it was a beautiful painting made by a professional artist. I sighed at it's beauty. Mum is already at the cruise to rest since she was pretty exhausted from all the walking. I walked along the shore and sat on a big rock under a coconut tree which probably isn't a good idea. I did it anyway.
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